You say you feel close to deathIt seems like nothing is leftYou think the end is nearThat's why we're here, have a beerWith fear can't wait till Friday nightIt's time to fuck or fightWe'll get a gut full of sudsWe'll go hammer some crudsHave a beer with fear cold onesOn my mind oceans of budsIt's a crime, so much beer so little timeWe get right Friday night it's time to fuck or fightWe'll get a gut full of suds and slam into some sluts have a beer with fear